Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CASTLES, by THOMAS WALSH First Line: A lonely soul in every breast Last Line: As though they still might thrive by war. Alternate Author Name(s): Gill, Roderick; Strange, Garrett Subject(s): Castles; Courts & Courtiers | ||||||||
A LONELY soul in every breast Where wastes of humankind unrolled; A castle set on every crest With moat and battlement of old. And word came forth from the new-crowned King: "Cast down your wallsyour feuds resign; My peace to all the realm I bring, For I am Love, and ye are Mine." But some within their donjons sate And forged the arms their fathers bore, The pride, the greed, the craft, the hate, As though they still might thrive by war. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOTHWELL: PART 4 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN IN PHARAOH'S TOMB by HAYDEN CARRUTH JUSTICE LISTENS AT THE GATES OF BEAUTY by AIME CESAIRE FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS ELEGY ASKING THAT IT BE THE LAST; FOR INGRID ERHARDT, 1951-1971 by NORMAN DUBIE MY SISTER, THE QUEEN by EDWARD FIELD L,ENVOI: IN OUR TIME by ERNEST HEMINGWAY VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A BALLAD OF OLD POPE JOHN by THOMAS WALSH |
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